Thatch refuses to take his medicine. If I put it in a pill pocket, he turns it down; if I crush the pill and mix it in his food, he won't eat it.
Poor Annabelle gets held down, a syringe jammed in her mouth, and the Clamavox shot down her throat. Then I have to hold her down for the conjunctivitis salve to go into her eyes. It kills me to do this to her. Why couldn't they just invent a serum that the vet could inject?